Page 85 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

Eryxxus

I couldn't escape it.

The truth.

It pulsed through my mind like a never-ending echo, each beat pulling me further into the darkness, reminding me of my own prison. The slow deconstruction of my sanity was insignificant compared to what I had just realized.

She had toyed with me. Used me to destroy an entire research battleship. And I had... I had let her. Let her manipulate me with that soft voice, that sweet song, all while knowing, somewhere deep inside, she had never needed me.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even now, in the midst of the chaos, the ringing in my ears from the slow re-descent into madness, she was the only thing I could hear. The only thing I could see.

Her voice. Her voice had always been a siren’s call, had it not? A soft melody that pulled me in, drowning out everything else, numbing my thoughts. But now, I realized it had always been a warning. A warning I had ignored because I wanted to believe her. Wanted to believe I could possess her.

The truth was slipping into my consciousness like a blade, carving through the layers of my delusions. She had always known what she was doing. Every touch, every smile, every word— she had known. It was never about love, about connection. It was about power. Her power.

But I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t fight the pull.

I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers to my temples as my bones kept breaking, reshaping according to her song’s frequency. I tried to steady my mind, but all I could see was her. Her face, her eyes, those dark depths that seemed to reach into my very soul. I could still feel the warmth of her skin, the soft curves of her form beneath my fingertips. Her taste…

She was real, and yet... she wasn’t. She was everything —an impossible force I couldn’t comprehend, let alone control. And my craving for her only grew instead of diminished.

I fell to my knees, my head hung as I felt my mind fracturing. With a caress, she lifted my head without being present, forcing me to look into the face of the being I thought I understood.

She leaned down and kissed my forehead softly before whispering against my ear, “you’re finally where you’ve always belonged.”

My breath stuttered as indescribable pain lanced my abdomen, forcing my head to bow before her. I could feel her smile with satisfaction over me. I had been so consumed by my desire for her. I had thought, foolishly, that I could break through her walls. That I could uncover the truth of who she was and make her mine . But now, I understood— I was the one who had been played. A fool. A puppet in a game I didn’t even know I was part of.

I replayed the moments in my mind, each one now twisted in a different light. The way she looked at me with those wide, innocent eyes—how I had thought she was frightened, trapped. But no. Now, I saw it. The subtle smirk that would tug at the corner of her lips when I wasn’t looking, the way she would pause just a moment too long before answering, her cryptic responses that always left me wanting more.

The mysterious missing crew members before I could even get to them.

She had known. She had always known.

And I had been just as weak as the doctor, unable to resist.

Her touch... it had been a test, hadn’t it? A way for her to claim me without ever laying a hand on me. She had wrapped me in her song, and I had walked willingly into her web of deceit.

A bitter laugh escaped me, a sound that felt foreign in my throat, like the last vestiges of my sanity were slipping through my fingers. I had thought, foolishly, that I was the one in control of this. But it was always her. Always.

Forcing myself to unfold, I lifted my head up, unable to focus on anything around me. With a wicked smile, she planted a foot on my shoulder and grabbed the back of my head, guiding me between her legs. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a reminder that I was still alive—still breathing —but I felt like I was dying under her enormous power. Dying inside, at least.

On the contrary, Eryxxus, you’ve lived. You lived to fulfill the purpose you set out to do and now? I’ll let you live again.

I groaned as my tongue dove inside of her, my hands wrapping around her ass, pulling her against my face. I was lost in the haze of lust she created and whipped around me… or perhaps it was my own self-made prison, one I was willing to indulge in even at a time like this.

How was it possible for her to taste better than the last time? My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she thrust herself against my face, forcing my long, black tongue to dig into the depths of her soul.

As her claws dug into my skull, my bones broke and reshaped into something more bestial and unrecognizable right before she spasmed and cried out in pleasure, feeding me her essence in the gallons—and I swallowed greedily, tasting the mixture of both our pleasures.

The air around me rearranged and rematerialized, and we were back at the wreckage as she shoved me to the ground before climbing on top of me, grabbing my painfully erect cock. The tendrils of my shadows caressed her, worshipped her, bent to her will.

“Sweet Eryxxus. You realize why I had to imprison you, don’t you? You’ve always belonged to me, you just didn’t realize it yet… too distracted by your bloodlust and hunger for destruction,” she panted as she lined herself up. She grabbed my face and licked my cheek, stunning me. “You were supposed to wait for me to find you, but you couldn’t, could you? That hunger for blood you feel inside? It was hunger for me, for us. It has always been and always will be, you and I. Your memory fools you and you keep escaping. Forgetting your true purpose is here, beneath me. Forgetting who you truly belonged to all this time. I’m done letting you play with your free will. You are going to remember who you are when I’m done with you.”

Fragments of my broken memory slowly re-emerged and flashes of her in different forms from different times came back to me. Each moment of our union, of me thrusting inside of her, promising her the world, of me straying far away, flooded with the influence of bloodlust and a separate calling…

I had thought I could fix this by following where my carnal hungers led me. I had thought I could be the one to save her, to make her see me as more than just another deity. But now, I knew the truth. She had never needed saving. She was beyond all of this. Beyond me. She was the one always saving me from my descent into madness and loss. The weight of the truth pressed down on me almost as hard as she did as she impaled herself on my pain-filled cock.

My breath caught in my throat as I grabbed her hips, watching her form morph quickly between all the forms she had taken over the eons of our union. I could still see her—her most recent form, ethereal and haunting, riding me like she owned the world and the world owed her.

“Eryxxus, I need you to remember me… remember us,” she panted as she continuously slammed herself against me, my bones still breaking and contorting through the different forms I had taken through the eons.

She ground herself against me, forcing another orgasm to erupt within her. The moment it did, her mouth opened, and a light beam shot from her eyes and mouth into the universe like a beacon.

My own release followed her shortly after, my cock filling her up to the brim, my shadow tendrils wrapping around her like a multitude of arms, protecting her from the elements of the universe, from the shattering of stars around us as they wept for our union.

She had always known this would end like this. And now, with everything I had thought I worked for crumbling away, she and I were free from this curse. Free to do whatever she wanted, free to leave me behind, a broken, desperate deity that had pledged a covenant with her.

The memory and truth coming back, I still couldn’t bring myself to walk away with the knowledge I held. I couldn’t.

She fell on top of me, her hands caressing my disconfigured face and broken bones that continuously cycled through all the forms I had taken since our covenant. When she crawled up and captured my lips, I fell the same way I did into my prison in the black hole after my last destruction of the universe.

I reached out, my hand trembling, but not with fear. No, it was with a darkness bordering on inky blackness. My hand hovered over her, just inches from touching her skin, and I felt the power radiating off of her. The power that I had tried to control, but never truly could.

“You were right,” I whispered, the words slipping from my lips like poison. “I was a fool. But I can’t stop. I can’t stop wanting you.”

Her lips parted, and for a moment, I thought I heard a dangerous promise of what was to come. A strange new tie had been made. Her essence seemed to seep into my very marrow, merging with mine.

“I know,” she said softly, her voice the melody of a thousand dying stars.

And that was it.

I had lost.

I had lost everything.

But at that moment, I also realized something else—something far worse.

I wasn’t the one who had fallen. I wasn’t the one who had been consumed by her.

I was the one she had broken.

And there was no going back.